After placing the wounded on the commanding heights, Wu Liang observed the situation at the staircase from a high place. Much better than the container yard side, another group of mercenaries, who had an absolute advantage, had firmly guarded the narrow staircase, and had already eliminated one of the unlucky ones who were not good at hiding themselves and wounded another.

The numerical advantage was reversed by the superior technical and tactical level, and in a short period of time, the quantitative ratio between T and CT changed from 9 to 5 to 2.5 to 4.5, and the CT side not only had a numerical advantage but also held the commanding heights, and the offensive and defensive momentum was instantaneously displaced.

The three Ah San, who had become sandwich biscuits, were a little waxy at this time, and the cabin was guarded like an iron bucket and could not enter, and Wu Liang blocked the back road with M4 behind him. The surviving 2.5 Ah San hid sadly between several wooden boxes containing large equipment, and Wu Liang, who was full of ammunition, lay on the commanding heights, destroying the opponent's psychological defense line one after another.

Seeing that there was no news for so long after more than a dozen people got on the boat, the people on the two patrol boats T80 and T82 were a little uneasy, and they wanted to send people up to see the situation but they couldn't pull out manpower, and they didn't dare to shoot at will when they had their own people on the boat, and the scene fell into an embarrassing silence.

Soon the commander of the T-80, who had a little more brain, got his idea, was hit by a rocket and partially lost power at the waterline, and stayed on the T-83 patrol boat, which was repairing equipment on the spot and working part-time to rescue the surviving crew of the sunken T-81. Leaving the T-82 patrol boat to continue hoisting a few hundred meters away, the tail of the Chocolate Donut freighter, the T-80 patrol boat turned back to pick up more men.

It didn't take long for the wounded Ah San on the freighter to hang up due to serious injuries, and the remaining two Ah San finally succumbed to Wu Liang's endless bullet harassment and verbal surrender offensive, threw away their rifles, knelt down at the staircase with their heads in their hands, and were stripped naked by the angry seafarers and tied into pigs to be slaughtered, and carried into the crew's living cabin for questioning.

After struggling to carry the wounded off the three-story container, Wu Liang handed him over to the free group of mercenaries guarding the staircase, and tightened the cockpit of the wounded to be treated by the ship's doctor.

Wu Liang himself took advantage of this precious time to gather up the weapons and ammunition of the Ah San, and the rifle bullets carried by the remaining mercenaries were almost dead, after all, when they got on the boat and went home, few people would carry a large amount of ammunition like Wu Liang. The INSAS rifle is not very reliable and not very easy to use, but it is better than a burning stick that has run out of bullets.

Ah San is really not ordinary poor, in addition to thirteen INSAS assault rifles of different degrees of new and old, only one Ah San who was put down at the mouth of the ladder of the ship and one of them who was eliminated by Wu Liang with M4 found two CZ75 nine-mm pistols made in the Czech Republic (God knows how the Czech-made pistols came to India, the name of the Wanguo brand weapons grocery store is not covered!). and an Indian-made grenade, the only unlucky guy with a grenade was killed in front of the ladder of the ship in the first place, thanks to this guy's bad luck, otherwise the commanding heights might not have been saved.

Except for the SG550 assault rifle shooter who had been firing point-and-shoot with one and a half magazines left, the other people's rifle bullets had basically run out, so except for Wu Liang, the remaining three mercenaries all carried two INSAS rifles on their backs---- for fear that the jammed would malfunction. The ammunition is quite rich, and each person can divide one hundred and twenty or thirty rounds, and with the tragic rate of fire of INSAS, it may not be possible to run out of a battle of the same intensity.

As for the two CZ75s, no one came to pick them up, because everyone except the injured guy was still full of pistol ammunition! No one wants to hand over the last line of defense to a completely unfamiliar weapon. The grenade was even worse, no one dared to use it in India, God knows how long the fuse was, and if it exploded in his own hands before he could throw it, it would be too unjust to die, and in the end there was really no place to deal with it but to throw it into the sea.

After collecting the ammunition, Wu Liang sent all the extra rifles into the crew cabin, and originally wanted to inquire about the situation of Michael and Lucy, but unfortunately, before he could ask the crew about the words, the mercenaries guarding the commanding heights fired a warning shot.

The sound of the gunshot was the alarm bell, and Wu Liang was like a rabbit chased by a fierce beast and quickly rushed out of the cabin and closed the hatch. Lying on the staircase and looking at the rear of the ship with the scope of the gun, the haunting pesky flies came again, and the visiting T-80 patrol boat chased after the pesky flies, and even the deck of the ship was full of people, almost twenty or more.

It's a long life, and if such a large swarm of flies swarm onto the ship, the situation will be really terrible.

Taking advantage of the rare firepower window during this time, Wu Liang picked up the RPG-7 and fired six rockets at the T-80 patrol boat 500 meters away.

The rockets dragged the white smoke and drew a huge arc with an astonishing gap, none of the six rockets hit, and only two near-misses splashed huge waves, pouring the guys huddled together on the deck into chickens, which was a passable welcome ceremony.

Sure enough, even with a lucky bonus, the Cult of RPG beliefs proved powerless against a patrol boat moving at a speed of forty knots at a distance of 500 meters.

Seeing that rockets were fired again from the freighter, the light and heavy machine guns on the T-82 patrol ship rang out again, and the aimless rain of bullets covered the entire stern.

Wu Liang could only retreat from the high place and move covertly in the direction of the boat ladder.

Putting aside the temporarily useless bazooka, Wu Liang filled his empty backpack with grenades and grenades for M4, and it was necessary to prevent this group of guys from stepping onto the deck, otherwise there would be too many variables to control when so many people rushed onto the boat.

Pushed a few wooden boxes of different sizes near the boat ladder, which was regarded as creating a simple cover for himself, except for the SG550 with ammunition, the shooting accuracy of the INSAS rifle really could not provide long-range cover, everything could only rely on Wu Liang himself.

Without giving Wu Liang much time to prepare, the T-80 patrol boat loaded with all the crew members of the other two ships slowly leaned onto the ladder. Boom! He rattled and rushed up the ladder.

Leaning against a half-human-high wooden box, Wu Liang listened to the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, and threw dozens of grenades onto the boat ladder with both hands.